"Giggles!"

A loud rooster crow spread through the War College.

Hurried footsteps followed, and the freshmen rushed to the central square.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the freshman conference is ready to begin!" Lin Junyuan urged.

Mo Haiya opened his eyes in a daze, heard his knock on the door, and hurriedly got up.

A quarter of an hour later, the central square was crowded with people, and a pair of sunny and energetic faces looked at the rostrum.

The people sitting on the rostrum are all the big leaders in the college. After a while, the leaders stood up and cast respectful glances at the door.

"His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince!" said an old man with a gray beard respectfully.

Chu Tian nodded, striding towards the rostrum, and only after he took his seat did the other leaders dare to sit down.

If you look closely, you will find that Chu Tian is sitting in the middle, and the seats on either side of him are empty.

There are signs placed on the vacant seats, one is "Honorary Dean Guo Fan", and the other is "Chief Tutor Xie Junwan".

"Now I would like to invite His Royal Highness Chu Tian, the founder of the War College, to read a message for the new students. The gray-bearded old man said.

Because of the imbued spiritual power, his voice can be heard by everyone.

The freshmen quieted down one after another, quietly waiting for Chu Tian's speech.

"Hello everyone, I am Chutian, the fourth prince of the Izumo Empire, and now I will talk to you about my original intention of creating the academy!"

"Since ancient times, the Izumo Empire has been communicating with countries with a sense of embrace. Unexpectedly, in recent years, the Emperor of the Holy Spirit Empire, the Jiang Clan, has arrogantly and unreasonably conquered the territories of various countries, and I realize that blindly defending is no longer enough to make the Jiang Clan stop making mistakes, and resistance is the only way for us!"

"The students present are all elites from ****, and I hope to select talents who can take on the responsibility of the country in some way, so the War College was created......"

After Chu Tian finished speaking, the rest of the high-level officials introduced themselves, and what was unexpected was that the white-haired and white-bearded old man turned out to be the dean of the academy!

"According to the sectarian management model of the Central Plains of Dongli Prefecture, the upper echelons of the academy are composed of the Council of Elders! The dean is independent of the Council of Elders, but is limited by the Council of Elders!"

The elders spoke with words of encouragement to the newcomers.

"Okay, the freshman conference is officially over, and now we will go directly to the freshman training ......" Chu Tian got up and said, and left after speaking.

The freshmen organized their teams according to the arrangements of the instructors, and each team chose a fixed location to start training.

The college is divided into 100 classes, which are said to be randomly distributed, regardless of origin.

Mo Haiya's class is the thirty-first class, and Lin Junyuan and Guo Jiacheng are also assigned to this class.

Class 31 and Class 32 are managed by the same instructor, which can be regarded as a month of sharing weal and woe......

"I am the instructor of the two of you class 100 people, my name is Huang Feng, and this is my assistant teacher Ou Xiaomin!"

A burly man in a military uniform with dark skin shouted. Beside him stood a smiling young woman with a double ponytail.

"Hello everyone! I am the instructor of the academy, and I will guide you in training as a teaching assistant to Captain Huang Feng in the next month. ”

"It's hard work for Ou Xiaomin's military academy!" Huang Feng said in a deep voice.

"Both of them have military ranks!" Lin Junyuan touched Mo Haiya with his elbow, looking excited.

Mo Haiya glanced at him, "You like to be a soldier very much?"

"That's not it, I think the soldier is handsome!" Lin Junyuan said with a smile.

Mo Haiya was not very interested, after all, his sword heart was enlightened, and freedom was what he wanted!

"You are the first batch of students of the academy, and I don't want something unpleasant between us!

"Understood!" shouted the students.

"Okay! Special training begins!" Huang Feng announced.

"Stand up for me! Stand up! See clearly! Drink!" Huang Feng gave an order, and the long sword in his hand had already come out of its sheath.

"This is a sword drawing style, you should understand it well!" Assistant Teacher Ou Xiaomin explained on the side.

"This is one of the basic moves that must be learned in the sword camp, okay, start practicing from now until I am satisfied!" Huang Feng put away his sword.

At this time, a man in a blue-purple robe shook his head disdainfully, "Drink!"

His posture is unexpectedly shapely, and full of charm. For a while, thunder flashed, startling a group of students.

Ou Xiaomin nodded at him, "This classmate, what's your name?"

The blue-purple robed young man was holding a sword in his hand, and it was equipped with a scabbard, and his sword was smooth, and he was obviously a great swordsman. A great sword master of this age is also extremely rare in the Izumo Empire.

"Lei Mansion Lei Xin!" said the young man with a grim face, and even a little arrogant.

Ou Xiaomin nodded, "No wonder the foundation is ......"

Huang Feng frowned, "All the bells and whistles!"

Lei Xin's face was displeased, and he raised his hand and said, "Please ask the instructor for advice!"

Huang Feng smiled and let Lei Xin come out of the ranks, and the two stood opposite each other, holding the hilt of the sword.

"Drink!"

With a roar, both of them drew their swords.

The ending was unexpected, Lei Xin's sword blade was only about one-tenth, and Huang Feng's sword tip was already against the former's neck......

Lei Xin's pupils shrank, and his face was incredulous, how could it be?

"If it's on the battlefield, you're already dead!" Huang Feng said calmly with his eyes.

"Jianhao, I admit it!" Lei Xin put the sword back in its scabbard and turned back to the team.

The others were shocked that the instructor turned out to be a sword hero! This is a coincidence, after all, there are only 50 instructors, and there are only a few strong sword heroes.

"A battle-hardened sword hero!" Lin Junyuan looked adoring.

Mo Haiya carefully figured out the so-called sword drawing style, which is actually three words, "Hurry up and be ruthless!"

That killing intent, ruthlessness, and precision are all keys......

Of course, this is a move for soldiers on the battlefield, and it may not work for everyone.

Because some people's explosive sword needs to be charged, and this sword drawing style does not allow for any hesitation, so there will be conflict!

Mo Haiya's explosive sword is ethereal, unpredictable, and has an unpredictable effect. This stems from the freedom and unfettered nature of his Kenshin......

But now that his strength has not recovered, it is better to keep a low profile......

With this in mind, he placed the scabbard in the ring and took out the Heavenly Death Ring alone.

Mo Haiya easily achieved the "sword drawing style", and a trace of surprise flashed in Ou Xiaomin's eyes.

"Sword Master?" It is extremely difficult for a sword master to grasp the essence so quickly......

Huang Feng was ** other students at this time, and did not notice Mo Haiya's situation.

After Ou Xiaomin and Huang Feng talked about Mo Haiya, Huang Feng came to Mo Haiya.

"You!!," Huang Feng said to Mo Haiya.

Mo Haiya pointed at himself, he was still noticed when he was so low-key?

"I haven't ...... yet," he hesitated.

"Don't talk nonsense!Did I let you speak?" Huang Feng said with a straight face.

Mo Haiya was helpless and could only go out.

"Drink!" Mo Haiya drew his sword again.

"Have you seen it clearly? The spiritual power should burst out at the joints, and the breath is contained in it, making it difficult for people to perceive!" Mo Haiya said his opinion.

"It's not a big person, but it's a lot to talk about!" Huang Feng nodded.

"Push-ups for an hour!" Huang Feng immediately ordered Mo Haiyadao.

The students shrunk their necks one after another, not daring to make a sound.

Ou Xiaomin smiled slightly: "During the training, don't talk too much, what the instructor says will be executed!"

Mo Haiya's face was ugly, "I'm not convinced!"

The corners of Huang Feng's mouth rose, "Dissatisfied, okay! Draw your sword and prepare, let me see your ability!"

Guo Jiacheng and Lin Junyuan opened their mouths, Mo Haiya was too reckless, and the majesty of the instructor could not be provoked!

Mo Haiya gritted his teeth, he hid the scabbard, and he couldn't compare to the instructor at all than drawing a sword.

Lei Xin stood in the middle of the team and cast a contemptuous look at Mo Haiya, he Lei Xin couldn't do it, why did this stupid boy provoke the majesty of the instructor?

Mo Haiya finally compromised and obediently did push-ups.

In the following hour, many people had already learned to draw their swords. Among them, there is the credit of Mo Haiya, the credit of the instructor, and his own talent.

There are a few people who have military backgrounds, so it was very easy to learn about them.

Guo Jiacheng and Lin Junyuan also learned to draw the sword after an hour, although they were not proficient, but they also passed the test.

"Take a break!" Huang Feng asked everyone to sit down and rest.

And Mo Haiya was still propped up on the ground, and the hour was up, "Report!"

"Speak!"

"Push-ups are done!"

Huang Feng glanced at Mo Haiya, his expression did not fluctuate, but his heart was extremely uncalm......

Doing push-ups all the time, even he would sweat profusely and his whole body would ache.

But the young man in front of him looked relaxed and full of energy......

"The physical fitness is good!

After Mo Haiya just sat down to rest, Huang Feng said, "Okay! Stand up, training continues!"

Mo Haiya almost fell down before he sat down, he glared at the instructor and quickly got up......

"Next is the second form, dial!"

"Third type, sweep!"

"Fourth style, slash!"

"Fifth form, intercept!"

Huang Feng continued a set of coherent movements, although they were all very simple basic movements, and even many people came over this way when they first learned swords......

Mo Haiya felt that it was very simple, because he had seen through the foundation of these moves!

Every time, he was the fastest to satisfy the instructor, so it didn't take long for the students to basically get to know Mo Haiya......

It was getting dark, and the whole day was basically spent in training, and even if it was a break, it was extremely short, only thirty breaths......

"Okay, that's the end of today's training! Tomorrow, when the rooster crows, you must gather me here! Disband!" Huang Feng left with Ou Xiaomin after finishing speaking.

"Yes!" shouted the cadets excitedly.

Back in the cave, Guo Jiacheng said: "Wow! I'm tired! I have never tried this kind of training since I was a child. I heard that I will have to train at night in the future, but I don't know if it's true......"

Lin Junyuan screamed: "Don't you want it at night, I haven't eaten lunch yet! Let's go!"

"Go ahead, I'm not very hungry......" Mo Haiya said lightly.

Mo Haiya refused Junyuan's invitation because he wanted to cultivate and recover from his injuries.

So Guo Jiacheng and Lin Junyuan ran out, and Mo Haiya went back to the room to practice alone.

The stars, the sky was full of stars, and the night was like a piece of ink cloth getting deeper and deeper, and the insects were chirping......